#adveanture

[chaoshe]

 starter   ;   staring   @adveanture   as   vax’ildan.

 SHE’D   BEEN   QUIET   FOR   A      while   now,   mind   trying   to   process   the   absolute   strangeness   of   the   past   twenty   four   hours   without   going   into   hysterics.   sprinkle   had   disappeared   somewhere   under   her   hood   ever   since   she’s   stumbled   upon   the   twins,   and   it   makes   her   more   nervous   than   she’s   like   to   admit.   her   winter   clothes   are   too   warm   for   the   weather,   but   she’s   trying   to   ignore   that   as   she’s   trying   to   ignore   everything   else.

 ❝     what’s   the   bear’s   name   ??     ❞         there’s   a   crackle   to   her   voice,   the   crush   of   dry   sand   beneath   booted   feet.   she’d   quite   literally   fallen   from   the   sky   in   this   world   she   doesn’t   understand,   has   to   bite   at   the   knowledge   that   somewhere   out   there   there’s   a   city   made   out   of   flesh   and   hunger   and   it’s   waiting   to   devour   the   world   whole.   still.   they’ve   been   travelling   for   hours   together   now,   more   out   of   what   is   most   likely   pity   on   their   part   than   anything   else,   and   she   hasn’t   spoken   a   word   to   them   until   now.   well.   her   mama   tried   to   raise   her   to   be   polite.         ❝     i’m   uh   ...   i’m   jester.     ❞

[kestrael-a]

PERCY ASKS  :  prometheus gave us light, and warmth, and eternal damnation.

cassandra does not divert her gaze from the fire  --  she doesn’t know that she could make it if she tried .  eternally damned . . . years before ,  it would have felt a silly concept ,  made up for storybooks for adults .  but now . . . well .  now cassandra and @adveanture​ are the two last de rolos ,  living in the haunted home that had once been theirs ,  and their new parents are gleefully damned ,  so it seems .  nothing that is so is so ,  even as it is .  “ the warmth keeps us alive , ”  she says ,  dully ,  “ and the light keeps us awake . ”  and maybe the eternal damnation was coming either way .

[questsy-a]

HANS ASKS  :  ❝  if you would just let me speak for a moment you’d see we’re on the same side here.  ❞

anna allows the words to hit her ears ,  even as they make her freeze  --  her back to @adveanture​ ,  her hands shaking by her sides .  “ the same side ? ”  she echoes ,  looking at him over her shoulder .  blue eyes betray nothing but anger  --  well .  nothing but anger and a powerful ,  sharp edge of hurt ,  of betrayal .  “ you lied to me .  you almost froze me to death .  you almost killed elsa ! ”  and ,  to anna ,  though both are super bad ,  one of those is decidedly worse .  “ what kind of same side could there possibly be ,  huh ? ”

[roguekinds-archive]

she hadn’t been able to sleep all that well the evening before,  and so ella found herself perched in the chair at her desk going over the stack of paperwork that had begun to pile up. a queen’s work is never truly done, and things had begun to sink very quickly in the days following louisa’s birth. so much so, that ella had hardly noticed the sun had risen behind the curtains pulled at the windows. the only hint of morning’s arrival was the soft knock at the door and the appearance of  @adveanture​  in the doorway with a cooing infant in his arms. immediately, ella sets down her pen and rises from her chair.  ❝  good morning, my loves.  ❞  she hums affectionately, softly kissing louisa’s head before turning upwards for a kiss from topher as well.  ❝  i must have gotten caught up in some work this morning, i’m sorry if i frightened you.  ❞

[piraticblood]

starter call  |  @adveanture​

IT’S  DIFFICULT  TO  not let the upcoming decade hang over him as will tries to enjoy the time he can spend with his wife.  one day for every ten years apart,  forced into servitude to the dutchman.  and he’d realised a pleasant complication upon arriving back;  he has a son.  in truth,  he’s probably still in shock  —  how is it possible to cope with that news,  in the first instance,  but also that he’s missed elizabeth’s entire pregnancy and so much of his son’s childhood?  the boy will be almost 20 years old when he sees him next.

          he sits in the warmth,  on a comfortable couch,  such a different situation to what he’s grown accustomed to at sea  ( even when he slips into the captain’s quarters,  the ache of cold water clinging to damp clothes remains ).  strange how the simple things like dryness and heat are things he’s having to make the most of,  before he has to head back to the ship in a few hours.  the dutchman is his home,  realistically speaking,  though he wants so hard for his home to be with elizabeth  —  and now,  henry.

          ❝ ...  i’m sorry i’ve missed so much. ❞  it isn’t his fault,  they both know that,  but will can’t help apologising  ( it isn’t her fault either,  after all ).  his jaw tenses,  flexes,  betraying his discomfort.  ❝ i wish i had more time to get to know him better.  i wish i had more time to spend with you. ❞

[thewrongsorts]

happy diwali @adveanture  ( lily )

This is perhaps the most alive Godric’s Hollow has felt since they moved here. Staying holed-up in hiding with few visitors and even less to do has been wearing away at James’ spirits, but in spite of that ( or, more honestly: because of it, ) he’s really thrown himself into the holiday.

“’Ve always loved Diwali,” he observes, wrestling a giggling Harry into the little red and gold kurta he’d bought him to match his own. The bright floating lanterns bobbing about around his head aren’t helping to calm the toddler down, but both of them are having fun, so it’s probably just as well.

This year more than ever it feels like an important celebration— last year would have been Harry’s first, but James had been too busy with his parents’ funerals to celebrate. And now, cooped up here waiting out a war it looks more and more like they might very well lose... He’s been thinking a lot, lately, about the ways they can create light in the darkness. His offerings to Lakshmi this year have been maybe the most heartfelt of his life.

And he’ll be damned if Harry’s first proper Diwali isn’t marked by every kind of lamp and sparkler and wacky little firework on the face of the earth.

Tilting his head up to give Lily a smile —bright and soft and unbearably warm,— he adds, “Thanks for celebrating with me.” Harry coos as his last button is done-up and James hefts him close against his shoulder, leaning over to drop light, playful kisses against Lily’s cheek.

“It means a lot.”

[dreamwaited]

@adveanture​​ liked for a starter

HE SHOULD BE USED TO MAGIC. it’s magic that brought him back from the dead. and it’s magic that gave a tiny blonde a ridiculous amount of hair and somehow no neck pain. and yes, eugene is surprised whenever magic presents itself to the world. it went against his practical manner. but he knew the source of rapunzel’s magic. it wasn’t hereditary. sure, her mother had passed it onto her, but it was the sundrop that caused their powers. so the fact that his fiance’s cousin could shoot ice from her hands was… startling. ❝ hey, I think everyone’s has blankets for the night. it’s not ideal but everyone will be okay. ❞ eugene pauses. he doesn’t know hans. hell, he doesn’t even know elsa or anna. but he feel compelled to ask. ❝ are you… okay? I didn’t hear and see everything but that was intense and it’s okay if you want to talk about it ❞

[iinmortales-archive]

          growing up on this planet, cut off from the galaxy, it didn’t mean she had been blind to the horrors of the empire. stormtroopers were not as common on tattooine as she imagined they must be on other planets, but they were not strangers to shiny white uniforms even here. she was restless, a young woman now that wanted to do more. ‘ how much longer will you not get involved? ‘ she didn’t mean for it to sound harsh, but it did. she knew her father had secrets, that he wanted her safe above all else, but the galaxy was suffering. 

@adveanture​ leia for anakin